Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.